I wore the green one. The hair bow that is. Angus insisted that I be the one to wear it. Can't say I didn't try.

We met up with the rest of the guys for breakfast as promised. Georganne didn't follow, but I didn't think it right to ask about her after that little stunt we pulled. Just a shame she'd miss out on breakfast.

I played with my fork more than I used it for food and Malcolm noticed. "Hey love, what's the matter?"

"Huh?" I blinked up at him. My fork was taken from me and set on his side of the table.

"Don't like you wielding a fork when you're distracted. Makes me nervous," he grinned. I huffed and crossed my arms. "Hey now, don't be like that on your birthday."

"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You feel okay?"

"Oh sure. But-there's a feeling I can't shake." Malcolm paled.

"You ain't leavin' are you?" My head shot up to look at him.

"No! No, nothing like that." I heard him release a breath he had been holding. "No. Just-got a feeling that something's watching us."

"Watching us?" I nodded. "Well you know what Bon would say," Malcolm grinned. "Gotta give 'em somethin' to watch." I smiled and crumpled my napkin which was covered in carrot cake crumbs.

"I'm serious Mal, there's-something watching us. Or me."

"How do you know they're watching us in a bad way? We're a famous band. People would do the craziest shit to see us in the seventies and it's only gotten worse." His eyes sparkled. "Now they're traveling in time."

"Don't get smart with me Young," I pointed at his smug little face.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist. Now about your-"

"Oh shit," Brian muttered across the table. We both directed our attention at him.

"What?" Malcolm asked.

"Readin' the news here, says that there's been a jailbreak in London," Brian said holding up a newspaper.

"The whole place?"

"Nah, just one man. But he's a nutty fellow, that one. Says it's his third time breaking out of prison."

"Christ, there a picture?"

"No. Says he's an American with a history of drug use and smuggling along with charges of suspected rape. If seen, please contact your local police station or other liable offices..."

"How do we know if it's him if they didn't include a picture?" Angus said fixing a smile.

"Yeah it could be anyone," Brian chuckled. "The postman, the garbage man-"

"My napkin," Malcolm laughed waving it around.

"The candy wrapper in my pocket," Angus smiled stealing a lightning glance at me. We all giggled a little until Malcolm got my attention again.

"I don't know what all this is about, your intuition or whatever but we'll keep an eye on it. In the meantime," he whispered leaning across the table. "You're not leaving?" I shook my head.

"No. That one feels completely different."

"Good." Malcolm returned to his spot and grabbed his water glass. "I feel better."